A few months later [They're both still 21]
We stood in the middle of the large hall that was booked for today in Holmes Chapel, watching my boyfriend's brother and my best friend get engaged. They both looked so happy as they slipped the ring on one another's hand. Truly, there's nothing more beautiful that a couple that's in love.
I clasped Harry's hand, wondering if both of us would ever get a chance to exchange these rings. It'd be wonderful to have other people think about us like that.
Suddenly, I felt Harry's body tense beside me. I glanced at him to see that his smile had faded away, as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
My eyes drifted to where he was looking, seeing his mom stand at the side of the hallway. She stood with her spouse, Harry's step father, as he had mentioned to me once, smiling wide as she watched one of her sons get engaged, and of course, married soon. "Harry..." I whispered, trying to gain his attention. He expectantly looked at me with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah?" His voice sounded dry, like he'd just tasted something sour. "You should go and talk to them. They're your parents as well." I nodded towards their direction. "No, no, we're fine- uh, they're fine.. I'm.. uh good." He stuttered, diverting his eyes from me with a slight laugh. "Come on Harry, don't be a coward. It's been so long since we've come back to our hometown!" "I know, but they don't want to." He shook his head disappointedly. "How will you know if you've never tried?" I questioned, dragging him forward. "Come on!"
-Conan: You also, I gotta ask about this, you hang out with Michael Jackson? -Tucker: Yeah. Michael is my boy, we hang out. We don't see each other that much, but when I see him-- -Conan: No, cause he isn't, he's not around hanging out with just other people. You and he are hanging out? You're friends? -Tucker: We bump into each other around the world, man. It's like-- and it's cool 'cause he call me sometimes to check up on me, to see how I'm doing. He's like, "How you doing, Chris?" And when he really miss me, he call me Christmas. "Hey Christmas, how are you?" -Conan: He calls you Christmas? -Tucker: He call me Christmas. It feel good, at first I was like, "why you call--" but then it started sounding good and I was like, "Say that again, Mike." -"Christmas, is that what you mean?" Yeah! -Conan: Do you ever go in public anywhere with Michael Jackson? Cause what's that like? -Tucker: You know what, we go to the movies sometimes. We go to the movies, both of us like going to the movies. So we go to the movies, but it's hard because Michael got to sneak in the movie right before it start, so Michael come in there with like a ninja suit on; he's hiding, all black. All of a sudden I'm sitting there wondering, "Where's Michael?" And I turn around and he's like, "Hey Chris!" And I'm like, "Oh Man! How long you been here?!?" "About five minutes. I'm sorry. Did I scare you? Sorry Chris." And then you know, we sneak in, all this stuff. He sneaks in at the last minute, he does all this stuff, security bring us popcorn and stuff, you know, like he tryin' to hide, you know. "[Impersonation] Here you go, Mr. Jackson." You know. -Conan: Yeah. -Tucker: And then all of a sudden, we watching a movie, he's the loudest person in there! -Conan: Really? -Tucker: Yeah. He's watching a movie, he's like, "Hee hee!" I say, "Michael, would you shut up before people see you?!" -"I'm sorry, it was funny Chris!"